When his hair was long
When his hair was long
and his waist was slim,
when the booze had not yet
crackled his skin;
when his eyes were clear,
ideals still intact
and trite cynicism
was not yet a fact,
she loved him.
Category: Licks
Keeping it Right
Keeping it Right We've been on strike a few times now. We're not concerned about the reason but for the smell of the picket line. And when it's over, armbands stowed, work is brighter for a time, scabs slinking in as we look bosses in the eye. No one can quite hold our stare.
A Vegan Recants and Becomes a Vegetarian
A Vegan Recants and Becomes a Vegetarian I wish I'd never Undertaken giving up Both eggs and bacon
Portent
Portent I was ready to go out, About to leave the flat, Had done the washing up, Had found my hat. I had put my lenses in And brushed my teeth (I'm sure), Put on my coat and opened The front door. I stepped out for the Tube With all day trippers gone, When I noticed that I had My slippers on.
